Physical Description: Standard Gypsy vanner markings. He is often dressed in a vest and shirt. Even when casual he is often well dressed.

Biographical Data
The son of business magnate Kenneth Lawson, Rhodes began to learn the ins and outs of business at an early age. His father taught him how to make money and numerous aspects of commerce. Raised in the city of Sadriel, he was exposed to all sorts of styles of business. Sadriel was the sort of place where one could find just about anything, provided one did not care too much about how it came to be available. While the city is far from lawless, Rhodes became aware that business meant different things to different people.

As a teenager he began to operate a traveling cart for his father's trading company. The Lawson Trading Company was well respected and profitable. While he made good money doing this he decided one day he wanted to own his own cart and in time his own shop. Determined this should happen with his own money he worked hard to earn the money to buy a cart. A few weeks before he would be ready to do so, he was attacked by bandits on the road. The timely arrival of a bird in armor saved his goods and profits not to mention his well being from a violent attack. After introducing himself he hired Ethan as a partner and the two began to travel.

While initially displeased with Ethan's decision to hide Diana from the Red Guard, he soon finds she is a skilled archer and a kind individual, welcomed to the group.

Personal Statement
"My name is Rhodes Lawson. Yes, you've heard the name. It's not something I'm real proud of personally. My father is the founder and owner of the Lawson Trading Company based out of Sadriel. What everyone knows is that he's a savvy businessman who can get you anything you want for a price. What they don't know and I am intimately aware of is that my father's primary business is not trading but obtaining rare objects for people with flexible moralities. If you'll meet his price he'll get anything for you no questions asked.

Sure, he makes lots of money trading goods or arranging them on someone's behalf and taking a cut of the profits, but he keeps a shop downtown that has no goods, no stock, nothing other than an empty room. His primary business involves a lot of acquisitions of things the owners might not wish to part with. He's got the reputation for always getting what you ask for and always keeping his word. The problem is, people get hurt in the bargain. Most of the folks that go to him don't care about that, but I do.

I believe business should be done above the table and with an honest intention. I don't think you should be able to kill a man and call it 'just business'. When I learned of the sort of things my father condoned I couldn't look at him the same way ever again. As soon as I was able, I bought my own cart and left for parts unknown. It's not much, but it's enough.

I picked up a partner, some hawk named Ethan Hargrove. He's a nice enough fellow, a bit odd sometimes. He seems to be really friendly with women. Not in the flirty way but more times than not when they give him the sad eyes he's got to try to help them. It gets us in trouble more times than I'd care to recall. He's a nice bird, but he makes my life interesting at times. I just hope he doesn't get me killed.

Thanks to him we picked up some Doberman lady named Diana, and an Oracle. I'm still not sure how I feel about that one. There are a lot of legends surrounding them. Supposedly they can see the future but the reality is more that they can sense what people don't realize they're already broadcasting to the universe. While I'm not used to traveling with women it's kind of nice to have more than one person to talk to on those long stretches between towns. I just have to remember to knock before I pull the cart's flaps back now."

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